Sister Secrets

Yesterday E. walked up to A. and told her a secret. She cupped her hands over A.’s ears and A. tilted her head up so sweetly and listened so intently. I was torn, it was the most perfect picture and so wanted to grab my camera, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment so I just sat and quietly watched. It is a picture forever burned in my brain, though.

I could only hear “psst, psss, psst…” but then A. looked up at E. and they both laughed like it was the most delicious secret ever.

I asked, “what are you guys whispering about?”
E. giggling said, “nothing, Mama,” and ran off into the other room.
Then little “Polly Parrot” also said, “nufin'” and ran screeching after her big sister.

It reminded me why I really was hoping E. would have a sister someday. Someone to share her secrets with and someone who would always be her best friend.

Although, they were playing dollhouse after that, and this was the scene I ran across…

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Are they plotting to overthrow the management? Or maybe just make Mommy crazy enough that she will jump from our balcony?

Welcome Back, Mommy.

I am just feeling so very (choose one, any of them work) lucky/happy/grateful/in love today.

The sun is shining and the flowers are all in bloom. I was a packing machine yesterday (and I made up for my lack of moving organization over the past 2 weeks). I have been able to go on 2 nice long runs this weekend. AND I have had 2 (count ’em!) full nights of sleep this weekend! I’m talking over 7 hours, each night. Would have had even more except I stayed up, get this…reading a book. Not a Sandra Boynton or Elmo book, an honest-to-goodness, mommy, chick-lit BOOK!

Just for anyone taking notes – not that there is going to be a pop quiz or anything – but a “good to know” equation:

Beautiful day + exercise + sleep + leisure time = one VERY happy mommy.

And that is all I have to say about that.

The sleep part of the above equation is due to the fact that A. is back on track again. Thank you, thank you, thank you sweet girl! And it is amazing the difference in her little attitude. She is downright civil! It is like someone took my two tantrum girlies from last week and replaced them with two lovely little cherubs. I am seriously loving it.

Today A. and I had a little alone time, we went to lunch and did a little IKEA shopping and, just like my date with E. on Friday, we had an amazing time. She was perfect. She is so personable and soooo funny. I really love when she is well-rested and her real personality shines through.

I guess the moral of our little story here is that we need to divide and conquer. Although I feel like they get a lot of attention, maybe they really just need a little more personalized attention. A little more one-on-one time.

I think I can do that. Especially now that I am getting more sleep in one night than I was previously getting in 3 nights combined.  I’m back in the land of the living.

These Crocs were made for walkin’…

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A. is obsessed with shoes. The shoes-of-the-week are these orange crocs that E. wore all last year. They are at least 2 sizes too big, but she clearly does not care and refuses to take them off.

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She is a girl on a mission. Such fierce determination.

Meanwhile, this is Em’s shoe of choice…

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Nakey toes! She wants to take her shoes off at the park all the time that I have to play “bad Mommy” and make her put her shoes back on.

And here is a photo of Em, just because. Just because I love it and think it is so beautiful. I’m not sure why I love it so – you can’t really even see her face, but just that top part of her head. That part that I love to kiss. It is so sweet.

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Happy Wednesday.

The many faces of “No.”

Meet Addie’s favorite new word. “No.”

Sometimes it is just “No,” or “No, Mama” and even “Oh No!” But lately it has been NO! A much different declarative said with such force that you’d think I just proposed she jump in a pit of live snakes.

“Let’s change your diaper, Addie.”
“Noooooo,” said as screaming and running in the other direction.

“Please sit on your bottom on the chair.”
“No,” said as continuing to stand with a look of pure defiance on her face.

“Goodnight. See you in the morning.”
“No, no, Mamaaaaaa,” said as sobbing from the crib.

Occasionally she will start to do something that she clearly knows she isn’t supposed to do (i.e. put cat food into the cat’s water dish, turn the garbage disposal button on, stick her finger near an electrical cord) and with a devilish smile she’ll look over at you and say, “no, no, noooo.” Exactly the way we say it to her. It is kinda hard not to laugh at that one.

But the other “no’s.” They are driving me crazy.

She even says “no” when she means “yes.”

“Do you want to go to the park.”
“No.” And she says it with a nonchalant little shrug like “whatever.”

Arrrrggghhhh. I should be thanking my lucky stars that she is so verbal, independant, stubborn – all good virtues when she is older. But they are all so frustrating when she is only a toddler.

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P.S. Happy Birthday, Vic!! I hope you have a great day and a very happy year!

Happy 18 months, Addikins!

Dear Jellybean –
You are 18 months old today. It amazes me how quickly you seem to be leaving your babyhood behind while plunging full force into toddlerhood, and I do mean *plunging*. You are insanely active and utterly fearless. You take my “no’s” as mere guidelines in everything from jumping on (and off) the couch to climbing the highest slide at the park.

Your favorite things to do this month include wearing anybody’s shoes. If someone leaves a shoe out..chances are you’ll find it and put it on. You are especially fond of your rainboots, or Emma’s boots. And most of the time you are running around with just a diaper or a t-shirt on. With the rainboots. It is just too much cuteness.

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You have also become an incredible “helper” to Mama. You love to use the broom, and “meme up” (clean up) your toys, and you are very fond of throwing things away. Everything. Daddy and I have to go through the trash periodically just to make sure you haven’t declared something garbage that really isn’t. Things I have found in the trash include: your baby, the remote, the dustpan (you were probably throwing the dirt in the dustpan away – so this is actually understandable!), Emma’s headband, Mommy’s cellphone – just to name a few.

You have also been very interested in the potty, so we are working on it. You are back to sleeping 12+ hours at night (Thank God for huge favors), and now that you are able to vocalize your wishes, there has been a little less screaming and a little more peace around the house, as well.

The talking is probably the biggest change, from even one month ago. I cannot even remember all of the words you know. It is definitely well, well over a hundred. You will repeat anything anybody says to you, especially Emma. You can put little couple word sentences together. And, the craziest thing, is that you get concepts…like “heavy.” If you pick something up that is just a little too big for you to lift you say “oh…heaby!” Some of my very favorite words you say include: wub you (I love you), oh no!, bess you (bless you), elcome (you’re welcome), peas (please), mahwr? (more), tankle (twinkle) and of course, Mommy! It makes my heart soar when I come home or walk into the Kids Klub at the gym, and you come running full speed screaming “Mommy!” and then throw yourself into my arms and say “Ah Mommy” with a little sigh. All I can do is think, “yes, this is what being a Mom is all about.”

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Oh, and your kisses! Daddy and I laugh so hard at your kissing technique. I may have to try to capture it on video because it is just so hard to describe. If I ask for a kiss, you stop what you are doing, become deadpan serious and just move your face straight towards my face. You don’t pucker up, but you just press your lips to mine and then you back straight away. It is almost like you are a robot! And so serious. It is just too funny.

There is just so many things you do right now that reminds me that this is absolutely my favorite age! Even with the “terrible-2” temper tantrums looming, I just love the active, curious, excitable stage you are at  –  even though, most of the time, it goes against all of my clean, orderly sensibilities.

I think the major responsiblity of a parent is to steer their children down the right path. Helping them to “figure it out” for themselves, but always being close by to pick them up and kiss away their tears. In theory, this is a brilliant plan, but it is much harder to practice. I am trying to really stop and just let you go. Just be a kid, be messy, be curious, be active. Be…you.

But each little step you take away from me, also breaks my heart a little, too.

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I am happy to follow behind you while I still can and help pick you up. Just please don’t run away too fast.
I love you,
Mommy

Randomness…

I don’t have much to say today (What?! Shocking, I know!), so I’ll be short and sweet.

Maybe I’ll put up some of our park pics – and brag a little about how amazing our weather is right now! (hee hee…who is stupid for moving to California, now?)

Here goes our Random Thursday…

In our “Hair Idol” voting it looks like Em’s bangs are going to be around a little longer…the majority seem to think she looks good with them getting longer. I agree, but I’m really kinda in Michelle’s camp. I think they make her look so old. I’m freaking out a little on the fact that she is going to be 4! In one month! Jeez. Have children and you get suddenly propelled into warp speed. Please. Slow. Down.

Part of the reason this is going to be short today is because of Em, actually. She is home with a little fever. I am sure that Denise is doing an amazing job, but I really want to be there to keep an eye on it. Em has not been sleeping well (I know, I can’t win.) and has been particularly cranky this week…I’m sure it is all related. So she needs a little TLC, I think.

Addie on the other hand has been a sleeping champ! And I cannot believe the difference in her personality. It has been a complete 180 turnaround from last week. I think I will definitely be able to find something to write about tomorrow when she turns 18 months, unlike last month. *sniff, sniff* Again. Pleaaasse. Stop growing up so fast. Please just stay little a little longer.

Okay, as promised. Some cute pics for those of you with snow still. Come visit – it is gorgeous here!
(Click the pics to see them full-size.)

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Bad Hair Day

Bad hair day times three…that is what it has been around here with the three-girl household.

I think I solved my hair problems last week when I went to the spa (thanks Debby, Jeff and Wendy!). I had a gift certificate for the most amazing massage. That didn’t help my hair, but I treated myself to a haircut while I was there and my hair seems to be behaving much better.

E. and A.’s hair, however…

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What do I do with my baby orangutan?

I love her little curls and they are so cute especially when she gets out of the bath, I don’t want to cut them off – but it is just a mangled, unmanageable mess. Seriously. Do I cut it or just let it “fly”?

Em’s has been much easier to take care of since she is fascinated with braids and how the “princesses wear their hair,” it is pretty easy to get it pulled back off of her face. But she is in need of a trim, too. And everytime I say I’ve got to get her haircut someone says how cute her bangs look pulled to the side. So, do I continue to let them grow out and tough it out through the “sweeping it out of her eyes” phase – or do you think she looks better with little girl bangs.

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It is like Hair Idol – you vote, you decide. In or out. I’ll have the results at the end of the week.

Checking In and Up

So big news on the Addie front this week.

We have pee’d in the potty again…and continue to love sitting on the potty. So I’m moving forward in the potty training. I figure if she is interested, I might as well take advantage of it.

Also, I finally just cold-turkey’d the bottles. Come to find out that was a big part of why she was getting up in the middle of the night. She and I were at Target the other night and she saw some “Do-do” cups (that is Dora to those not in the “know) and I told her that they were only “milk” cups. She was quiet for a minute and then said “milk!” So I bought them and a few others I thought we would try, and I have only offered her milk in a sippy or through a straw. The first night was a little rough when she kept pushing away the cup and insisting on “MILK!” But I just kept giving her the cups saying, “here is your milk.” And she got it. And…has been sleeping through the night 7pm-7am. If only I had known…and if only I could’ve gotten her to take a bottle the FIRST year of her life.

She also got her 18month checkup today. She is in the 60th percentile for weight and 88th for height!! She is soooo big. Our little “tiny” nickname really doesn’t fit her any more – she really is catching up to Emma.

I also asked the pediatrician about her clumsiness…she seems to be falling down. A lot. And the pediatrician said she could possibly have a little big of equilibrium imbalance due to her colds/ear problems. Or it could just be because her center of gravity is “all up here” and as she said it she motioned towards her head – but she kind of made a “big head” motion. She had just told me that Addie’s brain development is spectacular and her head is really growing…but now I think she may have just been telling me that I have a child with a very, big head!

But overall analysis…she is perfect. Which we already knew. And with the sleeping thing getting all figured out she is getting more perfect by the day night!

The End of Laundry As I Know It…

Well, it isn’t the end…there never seems to be an end to laundry.

I remember vividly when I was pregnant with A. and getting close to my due date and I pulled out a tub (actually there were more like 3 or 4) of Emma’s baby clothes that I had kept in hopes of being able to use them again some day. I opened the lid and the smell of Dreft wafting up was enough to make me have a bit of a hormonal incident. Just that Dreft smell was enough to set me off. I sat and cried huge tears into the tiny little onesies, as I held them and just breathed the sweet smell of Emma’s babyness.

At that time I had been washing Em’s clothes with ours mostly and using my old standby, Tide. But after A. came along I started washing the girls clothes together, mostly because it was just easier, but also because if one girl’s clothes smelled so good with the Dreft, then two girls…well, that would be baby-smell heaven, right?

As a little sidenote, I think laundry is one of my least favorite household chores. (My absolute least favorite is unloading the dishwasher as the girls I lived with in London will attest! And it unfortunately is the one thing I do nearly every single day.) But I LOVE folding the girls’ laundry! All sweet smelling and warm from the dryer. Plus an added bonus – it is all tiny stuff so you end up with piles of clean laundry, and it looks like you did loads and loads – but it doesn’t seem to take nearly as long to fold.

But back to the real story here…

A. is really, I mean really, hard on her clothes. The Dreft just isn’t cutting it anymore. I soak, I bleach, I Zout (which is normally a miracle product) and none of it is really working here. I fear poor little Gabella Ella is not going to get many hand-me-downs from here on out…there just won’t be much left to them when A. is done with them.

And all of this isn’t even the real story…(I do know it isn’t very interesting reading about my minor obsession with Dreft or how incredibly messy my child is.)

The real point here is, I realized that I have about two more loads worth of Dreft left and then it is time to switch over…and I feel incredibly sad.

I feel a weird sort of sadness that I won’t be using baby detergent anymore. Isn’t that the strangest thing you’ve ever heard? (It may be the strangest thing I’ve ever written.) I guess it is just affecting me like this because I know they are growing up. Each week – each DAY, I see them getting a little bit bigger, acting a little bit older, and I guess this crazy little “switching of the detergents” is like a milestone, of some sorts.

I think I finally understand why some moms are so happy to do their kids’ laundry when they bring home piles of it from college, or after being away. It is one of those little things that let us pretend our big kids are still our babies.

Your lady of leisure…

I had intended on writing an account of our crazy, crazy chaos around the house lately. But as I sit at Starbucks sipping coffee and…wait….what?! Leisurely writing? I guess I’m not going to get too much sympathy right now. All is actually holding steady and there is a dull roar of normalcy settling on our house. We are back to a routine.

We spent all weekend deciding NOT to buy a house. I know, I know! We had clearly spent the whole week before deciding TO buy a house. But after spending 4 (straight!) hours on Sunday looking at houses, driving by houses, going to open houses…even Emma who loves going into new houses and “picking out” a new room for her…had had enough. I’m still not sure how we spent 4 hours…there really isn’t a lot out there right now. And as J. said, each house we kinda liked, there was some big “compromise” with it. Not the right school district, not really big enough, not a very nice yard, crazy price tag (you want what? for that??), and the list goes on and on….

So long story short, I am back to searching for a house to lease for a year or so, preferably in the good school district so we can just pop Em into kindergarten next year – no muss, no fuss, no extra $15K in private school fees. At least that is the plan.

We go on Thursday to register for the preschool we really like. Fingers crossed we will win the “preschool lottery” and get accepted. Okay, I’ll just say one thing…and then be done complaining. It is ridiculous to have to fight so hard to get a child into preschool! I know she will love it and it will be great for her – and I’m not even saying this because I know I’ll be weepy when she actually leaves on her first day…but, come on! It is PRESCHOOL! I have been wait-listed on 3 of the “top” preschools (apparently they teach a superior alphabet, the roman numerals and the difference between the color “moss” and just plain old “green”? I don’t know – why and how they get to be “top!”) and I was told that I really should have been on the list when I was pregnant (!) with Em. It is just plain ridiculous.

And…enough. I know most of you have already heard me rant on this subject. Just wanted one more. Now, I’m done.

But just in case you think that I am a coffee-sipping lady of leisure today, I’ll leave you with one picture that pretty aptly describes my mornings around here. Why I deserve my Starbucks today – or how I earned my Starbucks.

Yes, it is waffle – glued in with syrup.

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